~Love Tames. CordieB.

I am kind and patient; not boastful or proud…

I am all knowing, yet humble; not boisterous or loud

I am secure in my stead; not untrusting or jealous

I keep no scores of bad deeds;  I’m forgiving….unrebellious

I am thankful for mine; of your’s I’m not envious

I don’t hold resentment to ferment my soul…

In-line with my spirit, it is compassion I hold!

I’m not judgmental; I allow others to be…

That which they are; so their souls might be free

Knowing we all are created from the same mighty force

Good, bad or indifferent; of the same Holy source!

I rejoice in the truth; refrain from deception…

Persevere with great hope, amid pain or rejection.

Not easily angered, remaining kind and protective…

Willing to look closely at life from another’s perspective.

I am the foundation of all Creation thereof…

I’m the most powerful, unfailing, Spirit of all

…I Am the Spirit of Love…

~Written by CordieB, Inspired by 1st Corinthian’s 13 and of course….. Love.

Quote for the Day:  When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child; I reasoned like a child. As I grew, I put childish ways behind me. Then I saw but a poor reflection, as in a mirror. Now I see face to face. Then, I knew only in part. Now I know fully and I am fully known.

And now these three remain…

Faith

Hope

Love

But the greatest of these is…

LOVE

~1 Corinthians 13, The Bible

Another Quote:  Knowing is realizing we don’t know it all ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love….

Woe is he who played the fool

Who lost himself; yet broke no rule

Woe is he who lived the perfect lie

Yet bears no blame for his own cry

Woe is he, living for someone else

A worthy deed, but faux no less

Woe is he who changed for love

Whose truest self, he gave not of

Woe is the man who doesn’t love self

And yet expects this love from someone else…

Written by CordieB

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“Nothing real can be threatened; nothing unreal exists.”   ~A Course in Miracles

“As you see him you will see yourself.
As you treat him you will treat yourself.

As your think of him you will think of yourself.

Never forget this, for in him you will find yourself or lose yourself. ” ~A Course in Miracles

Stillness ~By CordieB.

When we are down in the Valley of darkness and confusion
And life appears to be an endless delusion
This is the time, when we must stop, drop and be still
Listen for the answers; release all self will

When we are down in the Valley of Calamity
And troubles roll in like a raging sea
These are the times we must quiet our voices and actions
Await patiently for the answers, avoid any reactions

When we are down in the Valley and our hearts seem to bleed
And our emotions are in turmoil; lay still and take heed
to the answers that come, with the stillness of life
Listen for wisdom of truth; avoid stress and strife

The answers won’t come when we’re searching too hard;
they are never revealed when our heart is onguard
It’s only when our mind is clear from all tumultuous sources
That we hear the sweet revolution of truth whispered in silent voices

We must gaze into the cracked mirror to see what we create
We must probe our inner thoughts; because thoughts bring forth fate
We must search our desires; we must examine our fears
In stillness only will we discover the true cause of our tears

Still waters run deep; they allow us to see
the reflection of life looking back at the real me
Troubles waters only reflect an untruthful distortion
Turbulent waves only give forth a reflected contortion

Of the realness and allness that sent us into the valley
of darkness and confusion from unrealized reality
Of those things that God instructs from the difficult lessons
in humility that yields wisdom that blossoms into our blessings

By CordieB.

This is an update from a post I wrote last year – I’ve added and deleted some of my thanks givings from last year…  As you can see, I’ve been blessed throughout the year.  Also, I present to you a  riddle to help exercise the thankful brain.

1. Today I am thankful that my pain is subsiding. pain is gone!

2. Today I am thankful that I have a good man who deals with my pain with me in a supporting, loving manner.

3. Today I am thankful that my children are doing well.

4. Today I am thankful for the warmth of the summer.

5. Today I am thankful that my fever is subsiding I can’t even remember the fever I spoke of last year.

6.  Today I am thankful for another year to live and love and that nothing is constant but change   (Added today, July 15th, 2010)

What were you thankful for last year this time?  What are you thankful for Today?

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Spiritual Riddle

I am the sin of grave covetousness

Bound to mine own self righteousness

Neglecting inner consciousness…

for all my mind craves to possess

I’m the root of imbalance in the land

As visioned pleasures I expand

Amid the poor and weakened man

To whom I dare not lend a hand…

Convincing self in false delight

that I deserve all in my plight…

What I consume is mine own right…

as daytime surely follows night…

The sad thing is I’m never filled,

as nothing ever quite fulfills

the hollow heart that slowly kills

my soul by short lived external thrills…

Hoarding more than I need

can’t quench the thirst of internal needs

with a starving soul and a heart that bleeds…

and decayed root bearing no fruit nor seed…

because one foolishly concedes

to me, (Who Am I – Click Below for Riddle Answer)

The Deadly Sin of Greed

~Written by CordieB.

Beautiful artwork courtesy of SanityFound

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I have been blessed through out the years

by kin and strangers alike who have caught my tears

Who have gave me strength; eased my fears. . .

Into their basin of unconditional love supreme . . .

and turned those tears so magically

into a blessing; making sad eyes gleam

who have turned nightmares into dreams . . .

All webs in life are weaved together

we all are one; from begining until forever

though we may be close or lightyears apart

our actions send endless waves rippling to all hearts

So often we may not realize

What we do and say travel endless miles

When we feed the hungry; or simply give a smile . .

However we relate to our fellow man

is chain reacted across the land and back again

Thus far I’ve been blessed beyond compare

From the whole of humanity, timeless; everywhere

And so I feel compelled to pass on a blessing

to aide humanity in not regressing

into the darkness of separation and instinct

because were’re all connected by a common link

So though you may be close or very far,

your light warms humanity like a distant star

Without you there would be no me

Thus, I’m grateful for your being, eternally

For the love you share, I say UBUNTU

I am what I am because of all of you!

Sun brings forth life as a distant star

As such, I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!

~Written especially for YOU – By CordieB.

Have a Coke on Me

Just Beyond the Horizon ~CordieB.

Upon her breast lie my hopes, dreams and plans

Loosely holding my destiny in slippery hands

Each morning I look forward to her creeping on in

And with her arrival, new beginnings begin

Immeasurable surprises and presents she bares…

Dreams of happiness, heartaches– a myriad of cares

I can never quite guess the present she’ll bring

I can never quite name the exact tune she will sing

We have Infinite possibilities and boundless potential

Yet our fate is neither promised nor inconsequential

I anticipate her advent with both joys and sorrow

Just  beyond the horizon; she is Tomorrow

~Written by CordieB, © All rights reserved. 

Quote for the Day.   

"Be mindful of how you approach time. Watching the clock is not the same as watching the sun rise." ~Sophia Bedford-Pierce

Distant Lover ~Sketched by CordieB.

This riddle was inspired by a recent post by Mare Cromwell.    Check out Mare’s writing…quite enlightening!  

Spiritual Riddle – My Distant Lover

This nostalgic lover has left me…oh, so many times… 

Through much laughter and tears… many riddles and rhymes… 

Though often I’ve tried mighty hard to hold on to him tight— 

Always he departed before the glow of moon light 

At times when he left, I felt greatly relieved… 

Other times I’ve longed for him; passionately I grieved

Whether I choose to remember or opt to forget

The times we’ve shared,  there’s no need for regret…

Each time he leaves, he’s never, ever the same… 

Some nights leaving with joy…other nights filled with pain… 

~~A gift of pure sunshine…a blanket of rain~~ 

And each time he vanquishes into mystic descent 

He hands me a most cherished Present… 

Though I can never hold onto him past the brink of dawn 

Forever he leaves me with the will to move on… 

I feel the breath of his whisper – yet he starves me of  touch 

Knowing our destiny has already been written as such…. 

Vanishing into the mist, leaving me with a new day! 

Whilst I love, whilst I live! 

Whilst I lust, whilst I pray! 

He is ever so close–yet so far away… 

Who is He… ? (Click below for riddle answer) 

 He is the Spirit of YESTERDAY 

~Written by CordieB, March 3, 2010, © All rights reserved. 

Quote for the Day “Yesterday is history.  Tomorrow is a mystery.  And today?  Today is a gift.  That’s why we call it the present.  ~ Babatunde Olatunji” 

If you liked this riddle, you’ll love my book, “Looking in the Mirror to Solve Life’s Riddles.”  This book is filled with a collection of spiritual riddles as well as my original art.  Special– Available now for download at only $3.99.  Get it now!   Click Here for $3.99 download special!

Peace, Light and Love,  

CordieB.

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says :
- ‘There she goes!

Gone where?
Gone from my sight – that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
- ‘There she goes! ‘,
there are other eyes watching her coming to shore,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
- ‘Here she comes!’

By Henry Van Dyke

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Ever notice how ships going out to sea appear to get smaller and smaller and eventually disappear from our sight altogether?  This is because as something goes away from us, it shrinks on the horizon and in the end, the horizon consumes it and it disappears altogether. The ship is still sailing on, we just can no longer see it.  However, it is there, and it is still steaming ahead.

As the ship disappears from us, it is slowly appearing to those on the other side of the world. To us, it gets smaller and smaller and not much more than a dot on the horizon.  However, to those on the other side of the world, it grows and grows, and eventually appears!

As it disappears from our sight, it reappears in someone else’s!

The bible says,”when we are absent from the body, we are present with the Lord  [2 Corinthians 5:8.]

Today I am thinking of ma and I am sad.  However,  I know .. although she has sailed away from us and has gone from our mist,  she is just now appearing to Jesus and all the folks in her new home. What a glorious arrival that must be!   Ma’s spirit  is free from the ailments of the earthly body, pain free, sorrow free, and just free!   Can you imagine the joy of freedom from earthly ailments of the body as she floats on into  her new home to once again meet with those love ones who have already departed these shores!  What a  day of rejoicing  it must be!

In memory of Martha Williams, “ma” a most loving woman who was always like a mother to me.  Ma took sail and  left earthly shores around 2:30 this afternoon.   I know she has sailed on to the other side and many love ones are waving her in, as they see her  coming home.   I can see them jubilantly shouting…here she comes,  as she jubilantly shouts back, Ship Ahoy!

Sail on Ma!

Art Work Courtesy of Rick Mobbs

Reposted for Marie.  Mist can be tears, can be joy, can be blood, can be sweat, can be semen, can be love, can be hate, …can be whatever…what do you think men mist most?

This poem was written especially for Rick Mobbs at Mine Enemy Grows Older. Rick has been so kind to feature his beautiful work to inspire us to write each week. Due to other responsibilities, Rick has informed us that he will no longer be able to continue his beautiful art prompts. His latest beautiful piece is shown above. . . . I wrote this poem as an interpretation of the art .  .  . and  . . . how I imagine most men, including Rick, may feel . . . at times.

Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man ~Written by CordieB.

I hold the world with closed iron fists

Though others cry; I vaguely mist

My ego causes my heart to roar

Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.

Instinctively I’m a territorial being…

Not into that which can’t be seen…

Though often I claim to see the light…

Most times I focus on black and white.

Beauty prompts my groin to soar…

Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!

My thoughts so often unrealized…

Not even I can crystallize . . .

the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .

My triumphs cause my voice to roar

yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk gushing out the door

My God chose me to oversee…

Why has earth’s fate been placed on me?

Should I choose peace; should I choose war?

Responsibilities cause my mind to explore . . .

yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk crashing on the shore . . .

~Written for Rick Mobbs in response to his last visual arts prompt. . .